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BODYGUARD- J. MILLER

pairing: older! brooding joel miller x fem! reader (enemies to lovers)

word count: 3.1k

summary: months ago, joel miller found and saved you from the horrors of the outside world. now he refuses to let you leave his side- despite the fact you're safe and settled in jackson. tired of his bodyguard- like ways, you sneak out one night and subject yourself to the consequences, including the unbearable sexual tension between the two of you.

warnings: SEXUAL TENSION!!, dirty talk (mentions of punishment/ spanking), mentions of drinking, dumbification/ mocking from joel (hes a bit mean), joel gets handsy but takes care/ protects reader, petnames, swearing, teasing

"they couldn't have me, and they never will/ and sometimes i hold you closer, just to know you're real/ wheels in the gravel, davis in my bones/ sometimes i take the day off/ just to turn you on"- bodyguard, beyonce

Ever since you were a little girl, you wanted to be a princess.

The idea of big, shimmering gowns and dripping glittering diamonds across your skin had been a vision you urged an oracle to proclaim. Twirling around with your prince charming, the man who had rescued you from your tower- or who you kissed to turn into a dashing gentleman with kind eyes and a quick tongue.

Even the name princess rolled beautifully off the tongue.

Princess Y/N.

Though off of Joel Miller's tongue, it was anything but sweet.

It was bitter, almost foul. It was the equivalent of excitement of biting into a sweet candy apple, to realize it was rotten mid bite.

You weren't a kid anymore, and your dreams were far from realistic.

Now, your dream as an adult was to merely survive.

As soon as the CBI had left South America, it was hell from that point onwards. And somehow, after finding some form of peace in Jackson, it still felt like a version of hell with Joel breathing down your neck.

It had been months of borderline survival. Hunting food. Trying your best to find some form of cleanish water. Running from the infected, or meer people who had their very souls infected with greed and hatred.

You were alone, cold and starving when Joel had stumbled upon your frail frame, curled in the snow. You looked like an angel that had its wings snapped and broken, the feathers unraveling at a gentle touch- although he’d never tell you that.

You were broken, almost beyond repair when he scooped you up in his arms. Injuries littered all over your body, defense and attack wounds that were infected and irritated. No amount of sweet words or gentle kisses could fix that, as much as some slivered part of him wished it could.

Nor would it change the sheer amount of psychological trauma that had been inflected onto you- this world so unfit for you in its changed state. You had simply let out a shaken whimper as he cradled you- slipping in and out of conscious- hypothermic.

You had missed the soft coos he gave you, promising warmth and comfort for a sweet girl like you. The crunch of boots and the smell of pine and whisky was the only thing you could focus on that day as he took you home- grounding you.

As much as you hated to admit it, that same smell and feel of his warmth often grounded you in the present, when you were in a life or death situation.

It had taken weeks to heal, but the mental scars would linger forever. Joel knew that. He had plenty of his own.

Still, he tended to your scratches and marks while you drifted in and out of sleep, changing your bandages and feeding you whenever he could.

Yet, he was cold and distant when you were healed. As if he couldn't stand being around you- even though he had saved your life. Not only that- he had refused to let you leave his sight.

You were safer here, under his eye- he had insisted. You were to live with him, to do your part in the town, and to then return home to him.

He was your own personal bodyguard. And you, it seemed- were his princess.

Yet, the name seemed to have an edge to it, as if you were something of a spoiled girl, with her head too far in the clouds. It annoyed you to no end. He annoyed you to no end.

You owned him your life for what he did that cold, winters eve. And for that, for the gift of not only life but a chance at trying to live again was something you were always thankful for. But Joel Miller was a hard man to please.

And despite his insistence to stay close to you, to guard you- it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. Short, gruff grumbles were some of the only replies you got from the old man, unless you really riled him up and tried to get under his skin.

Any attention was good attention. You just wanted to matter to him. You wanted to mean something- even if it meant you were a pain in his ass to look after.

Technically, he didn't have to look after you. You were a full grown adult afterall, in your twenties. And yet, he insisted you stay, despite him having no claim over you.

And for some reason- you listened to him.

But tonight, you were tired of the normal routine. It was Friday- not that mattered here anyways. No watch tomorrow, no early morning you had to attend to.

No, the only thing awaiting you was soft sheets that smelt slightly of Joel- and an endless stream of old books, their spines all cracked and dog-eared pages stained with tea.

So tonight, you felt like going out to the tavern with your friends. That was what you told Joel at the dinner table, between a spoonful of homemade soup, and a mouthful of a dinner roll.

You were met with a shake of his head. “No. You’re not gonna go if I ain’t with you girl. And I don’t feel like going out.”

You fought the urge to not roll your eyes, although it was deemed impossible.

“You never feel like going out, you’re old as shit.”

“Watch your tone princess.” he grumbled, his eyes never leaving their page from his own novel.

You hated how attractive you thought he looked in those little rimmed old man reader glasses. You hated how you found him attractive no matter what he did- even if he was treating you like a child.

“I don’t see why I need to even ask you permission, I’m an adult. This is me being considerate simply because I live with you.”

His eyes looked up, annoyance stern in his gaze. “No, you live with me. And you are pissing me off with your attitude.”

“Rightfully so.” you snapped back, digging back into your food, knowing you’d be insufferable drinking on an empty stomach.

“You’re not my bodyguard Joel. I’m safe here. You said it so yourself. And I’m a fucking adult for crying out loud- I don’t even know why I bothered asking-“

“The men. I don’t trust the men.” he snarled, the sound of the wooden legs scuffing back against the floor making you jump in your seat as he stood, his presence towering over you even from across the table. He took up the whole fucking dining room.

“Joel I’d be with peopl-“

“This conversation is done. Goodnight princess. Don’t piss me off.”

There it was. That fucking name. So stale and bitter it made your dinner role taste flaky and dry. You weren’t hungry anymore. But your mind had been made up.

You couldn’t even look at him. But you cleared the lump in your throat and stared at your empty bowl.

“Goodnight Joel.” 

·•—–٠✤٠—–•· ·•—–٠✤٠—–•·

You waited until you could hear his gentle snores from down the hall before you made your move. It made you anxious to break his rules.

Or were you excited?

You couldn’t tell. The butterflies in your stomach felt the same.

The soft flutter of their wings churned your insides, encouraging you to fix your makeup just a little quicker, adjusting your short little skirt just right.

It was bold, and teasing. But who cared? You had the body to show whatever you wanted off. And if Joel wasn’t going to give you any attention, you’d go out yourself and find some from someone else.

Giving yourself a one over and finding yourself satisfied with how you looked, you grabbed your little purse Maria had gave you and headed out through the cabin window. It was a miracle you made it on the ground without stumbling and waking Joel in your heeled shoes.

Gripping onto the logs to steady yourself, you straighted out your wrinkled clothing before heading towards Maria’s house.

·•—–٠✤٠—–•· ·•—–٠✤٠—–•·

The tavern was booming. It seemed like nearly every person in Jackson was here, talking over themselves, throwing back drinks and coating the floor in sticky beer.

You were drunk, of course- throwing back shot after shot that Maria and the rest of your friends gave you. It was time to let loose- and what better place than here, with all your friends?

The dingy lights swung under the weight of people dancing, bumping the jukebox to play another tune. Pool tables were surrounded, darts being thrown across the room. You had joined a few rounds, after a group of some older guys insisted you play- and you welcomed them closing up behind you- their hands guiding you on your hips with the cue as you perfected your aim.

The more games you won, the more drinks you got.

The room was slightly blurry as you spun around with a stranger, letting their hands roam. You tried so hard not to think about Joel- and what he was doing.

No, he was asleep. You scolded yourself for thinking of him at a time like this. For wishing he was here with you, dancing. Maria had brought him up within the first five minutes- which hadn’t made it any easier.

Where’s your pretty bodyguard? Not here.

Until he was. You felt that grip on your hips shift to a familiar one. One you knew without looking at the owner.

Joel’s calloused, rough large hands swallowed your hips as he guided you towards the exit of the dance floor- and you tried so hard to ground your boots to the hardwood.

“You’re in deep shit princess.” he growled in your ear as he spun you around to face him- a look so piercing and cold you felt a chill in your bones, despite the warmth and flush of the booze in your system.

You were speechless. Of course it was a possibility that Joel would wake up and find the house empty but…

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you don’t do that a lot- do you?”

You frowned as you watched him blur around the edges- before a smile bloomed on your face. “I missed you here.” you stated.

Hell. Drunk words were sober thoughts.

He raised an eyebrow, before leaning in close. Sniffing out the booze on your clothes like a hound dog. “You’re fucking wasted. Did you drink the whole god damn bar?!”

You giggled. “I’m just really good at pool I guess.” you said, shrugging.

Going to turn away from him but he kept you still. Facing him.

“We’re going home right now. And you’re in deep shit.”

“So you’ve said.” you slurred, punching his chest weakly.

“We can’t leave yet. There’s a couples partner dance thingy and winner gets a drink. Or two.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You’re done.”

“Yep. I’m dancing. And you better dance with me or I’ll go find a man who will, and you can’t stop me.”

He cocked an eyebrow, something like amusement plastered across his face. Like he thought this was funny.

“I’m pretty sure I can do whatever I want with you right now princess. And you’re coming home with me.”

He began to guide you towards the exit through the crowd before the DJ spoke on cue. Alright everyone let’s start the line dance! Winner gets a pitcher on the house!

You tried again to push him back, and he refused. “Please Joel. Just this once please listen. You can do whatever you want when we get back. Just one dance.”

You tried to reason with him. He seemed to consider it. Cocked his head. Deep in thought.

“You can even have the pitcher. I won’t touch it.”

He snorted. “Damn right you fucking won’t.”

People had started to migrate towards the center, lining up in their pairs. You were practically bouncing on your toes, just begging and itching to get out and join them. Whether it was the pout on your face or the plead in your voice so nicely, he seemed to cave.

“Fine. One dance princess. Then I’ll carry you over my shoulder out of here.”

·•—–٠✤٠—–•· ·•—–٠✤٠—–•· He was true to his word. He had carried you upside down, not bothering with your stumbling any longer. Even though you insisted you were going to puke, he was near silent as he dragged you home, muttering curses under his breath.

“You were really good out there Joel. I take back what I said. You’re not that old.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know if that’s how that works honey. I think you mean to say that I got around back in the day.”

You shook your head. “I’m not saying that. That’s too nice to say to you.”

He snorted, whacking your thigh lightly- making you squeal as he carried you up the front steps.

“You’re drunk.”

“And the sky is blue. Hellooooo.” You swayed as the world turned upright, and you were greeted by the familiar sight of the front door.

“The sky is black right now.”

You wanted to hit him so hard it hurt.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you princess. You’re already on extremely thin ice.”

“No ice. The wood.”

You didn’t even clue in that you had said those words out loud- but it was too late now. He probably already clued in that you didn’t like him that much. He didn’t have to be an observant guy to know that- even though he was one.

Two could play the games he was playing.

Joel’s finger nearly poked your face as he aimed for the door, and you made a notion to snap your teeth as if to bite at it.

“In the house. Don’t make me carry you inside.”

The idea of an upside down trip had your head spinning, so you obeyed and pushed the door open. It locked behind the two of you with a gentle click- an indicator of your entrapment.

At least, that’s how you felt currently. In the morning when your head was spun the right way you were sure it would feel as homey as it did any other day.

“Why do you feel you have to be the boss of me?” you asked, poking his hard chest. Staring up at him with sharp, eager gaze- as quick and as deep as a knifes edge.

Not quite anger- but annoyance. Defiance. Drunk courage- Maria would say.

“My house, my rules.” he shrugged, bending down and leaning in close- so close his breath tickled a loose strand of hair.

“I should drape you over my knee and spank the attitude outta ya kid.”

You swallowed. Hard.

Eyes glassy, fists clenched by your sides as you took a breath. You were drunk. You didn't give a shit what you said, or did.

“Maybe you should do it.”

Silence. Nothing but the slow ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, the way his own fists clenched- as if he was trying to hold himself back. Took a breath.

“Princess, you d’know what you’re asking. You’re drunk.”

“I know what I want.”

He shook his head. “No. Not when you’re like this.”

You backed away slowly, stumbling back into the coffee table. His hand grabbed yours, pulling you gently upwards, preventing your body from crashing down on the antique wood, and sprawling on the rug below.

You didn't fight his touch this time. You welcomed it. Something had started brewing in your core, something hot that licked your insides like fire.

Maybe it was the tequila. But whatever it was- you liked it.

It came with blurred judgement. You silently followed him as he guided you to your room, sitting you down on the bed so your feet dangled off the side. You tried so hard not to focus on the way Joels eyes met yours, and refused to leave them as he crouched, knees cracking slightly as he tugged the zipper at your boot.

Slipping them off silently, rubbing your calves with feather light touches, leaving nothing but the whisper of his fingertips. You clenched the bedsheets, trying to stop the dizziness as you watched him open your dresser drawer, tossing your pjs onto the bed beside you before he left.

You followed the sounds of his heavy footsteps down the hall, the old wooden floors creaking in his presence. The sound of the cupboard opening. The sound of the faucet running. You tried as hard as you could to slip off your old clothes and put on your pjs without getting tangled in a heap of limbs before he came back, placing the water on your bedside table.

“Drink it.” he commanded, voice stern. You nodded, raising the glass to your lips. The familiar silence washed over the two of you as he stood, simply staring. It sent a shiver down your spine. As you started to tug yourself under the sheets- you froze at the sound of your name.

“Princess?”

“Yes?”

He walked over. Bent down low, as if he were going to tell you a secret on the playground that none of your other friends were allowed to hear.

“When I bend you over my knee I want you to be able to remember it. Fully remember it. And I want you to think about it each time you think of acting up, or each time those fingers slide down to rub that pretty lil cunny of yours- because god knows you’ll get off on it like a fuckin slut.”

He didn't stop.

“Want you to think about it before bed, think about me- and all the things you want me to do to you, and then feel shameful because you’re supposed to hate me. Just like I do.”

You couldn’t breathe. You could not will the air to slip down your trachea to your lungs, to fill them as they so desperately needed. It was as if Joel had sucked all the air out of the room for himself, for his own desires.

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in shock as you watched him calmly stand to his full height, and turn to walk out the bedroom door.

“Goodnight Princess. We’ll talk in the morning about this… stunt.”

The door was shut. And all the air had rushed back in, making your head spin as you stared at the door.

It was as if Joel Miller was never there in the first place.

It was like Joel Miller hadn't existed at all. 

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

such a beautiful piece of art. wow. thank you hayden for your passion, your beauty and your skill for creating the most surreal worlds and experiences through sounds and words. the added waco texas lyrics had me sobbing. the dust bowl guitar had me cumming. everything is so well done. and i am so happy to get to experience this album live come september

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ONE THING- J. TODD

pairing: richboy! jason todd x fem! reader

this takes place in richboy! dick grayson universe- from jason todd (dicks roommate) and his love interest :)

word count: 1.5k

summary: you've had your eye on jason todd for quite some time now, and according to his roommate/wingman dick grasyon, he's had his eye on you for even longer.

warnings: sexual thoughts/ implications, kissing/ slight make-out session, pet names, swearing, teasing/lots of flirting, dancing

"break your bed and then the sofa/ i wanna pull you closer- everybody wants to know ya, but me, i only want one thing/ i don't even want your number, don't care if you've got another/ cause tonight i'm your only lover/ and i'ma give you that one thing"- one thing, lola young

“You’re making him nervous, you know.” a low voice murmured beside you- making you jump.

He had startled you, the music was loud and thudding against the club walls- rattling your skull.

You frowned. Clearly confused.

You turned your body to face the man who had leaned down to whisper in your ear, stretching up to tower over you again as he smiled. Taking him in.

You recognized him- the startling piercing gaze of his green eyes smiling playfully at you. Dick Grayson. The rich, brooding gentleman on the Upper West side who had managed to slip New York under his thumb.

He was picky with women, more focused on work and his reputation.

But you had never wanted him. No, you had wanted his roommate- Jason Todd.

The very same Jason Todd who held your surprised gaze from across the room. You spotted the pretty girl Dick had brought with him tonight- the girl you had seen with him an awful lot lately.

You instantly recognized her as the beautiful girl in the bathroom who had complimented you and offered to help fix your makeup when you felt the drinks were too strong.

Sometimes when you saw Jason outside of classes and around campus you saw the pair of them. Turning your attention back to Jason, you frowned as he suddenly vanished in the crowd, mixing in with the deep magenta and blue lights that danced across the room.

As if he were never there at all.

“He didn't look so to me. Stoic, as always.” you shrugged, emitting a deep chuckle from Dick.

“Trust me, he’s obsessed with you. But stare too long and he’ll get flustered.”

The idea of the big and scary Jason Todd getting "flustered" couldn't help but make you snort, rolling your eyes.

A blush on Jason Todd's cheeks? Unlikely.

You had yet to see it, whenever you engaged in small talk before your shared class started, or when you saw him around campus.

You wished you had all your classes together so you could stare at him until his image was permanently etched onto your retinas. Tuesdays and Fridays were the days that made waking up early to properly do your hair and makeup, while picking out a cute outfit- worth it.

You now wanted to see this hint of pink so you could find a dress to match the shade.

Before you could say another word to his friend, he was gone- back off in the shadows to admire his own girl. You let yourself be carried out onto the dancefloor, blending in with the crowd as they swept you in the wave of bodies that swayed.

You closed your eyes, letting your hips move to the music, tilting your head back, sweat trickling down your neck to brush your exposed collerbones. A gentle gasp left your lips as the feeling of two hands whispered their caress against your hips- the familiar smell of cedarwood clouding your senses.

It was him.

“It seems I was exposed afterall.” Jason murmured into your ear, so close the warmth of his breath made goosebumps rise along your arms- the sound of your thundering heart pounding so loud in your ears you wondered how you managed to hear him at all.

You turned, letting his hands drop from where they had rested. Stared up at him, something like admiration in your eyes. The look was so pure it made him sick. He didn't deserve the worship you showcased towards him.

“Do I make you anxious, Todd?”

He grinned. “Anxious? No. Nervous?”

He trailed off, hands finding your hips again as he spun you back around, bending down to whisper seductively in your ear. “A little.”

“You should be.”

You bit your lip, letting his hands resume their wandering, steadying you against the crowd, as others threatened to brush past you. His large body grounded you- shielding you from any wandering eyes and stumbling heels.

He felt possessive. He felt like yours.

“You’re adorable, little fawn.”

“That's a new one. You've never called me that before.” you cocked your head, eyebrow raised as you craned your head to peer back at him.

He shrugged. “I wanted to save it for when we were alone.”

His voice lowered. “I want to save many things for when we’re alone, if you’d let me.” he murmured, making your toes curl in your heels.

You tried so hard to brush the suggestive words off your shoulders- but they clung to you, embedding themselves in your brain. Your pulse raised.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

“Is that how you see me? As a fawn?” You asked, not caring how many questions spilled from your tongue. You were tired of holding them back.

He spun you around, guiding your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his found your hips again. Squeezing them, eyes asking his own question.

Is this okay?

You nodded, and you could physically see him relax, knowing you had allowed him in fully. You thought you made it obvious you wanted him- but if reassurance was what he needed- you'd give it to him happily.

“Your eyes. They remind me of a newborn fawns. But I think you are a million things, fawn. A firecracker, perhaps.”

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You tended to be quiet, and kept to yourself- but sometimes you let yourself go and said things you properly weren't supposed to. You were immune to lying. And immune to letting people walk all over you.

“Do you think you can handle it?” you challenged, sparks illuminating in your eyes as you danced with him, letting yourself be bold- and perhaps a bit greedy.

Handsy. He encouraged it.

“Oh sweetheart, I encourage it. You keep a man on his toes. Make em nervous.”

“Is that why I make you nervous?” you asked. He shook his head, and you watched the loose strands of his messy hair fall and brush past his eyebrow.

“You make me nervous because of how you make me feel. I don't want to brood as much when you’re around.”

“And that scares you?”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, and you caught Dicks eye from across the dance floor. Smiling widely, like a little kid. Something you only saw when he was with his pretty girl. But it seemed watching the two of you- knowing he was right, was enough to produce the same effect.

“It terrifies me.”

You smiled, all teeth. “Good. I’m determined to see a blush on your cheeks sometime soon, Todd.”

He laughed, sweeping you up, twirling you around before guiding your hips as you moved on your own accord. You savoured the warmth of his touch, guiding you to bliss as you giggled, feeling giddy with the closed proximity.

You didn't know how long you danced with him, all sense of time was lost as you stared into his eyes, thick with lust and want. It made your breath hitch. You had to physically remind yourself to breathe, in and out.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Are you planning to take me away from all this sometime soon?” you asked, fluttering your lashes as you peered up at him. He grinned.

“Happily. But I’d be no gentleman if I didn't take you out for dinner before I acted on my urges, sweetheart.”

You swallowed, tongue feeling heavy as he slipped hislarger hand in yours, swallowing your fingers up with a gentle squeeze- the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea as he guided you to the exit. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed you wouldn't get to see just how much you could get him to blush tonight- but that was overweighed by the knowledge he wanted to see you again.

He wanted to take you out. He wanted to do this the right way. You were more than just a hookup to him- and the excitement that brought crashed down like a wave that threatened to drag you back into the undertow.

When the cool night air caressed your skin, and the base had become muffled, you asked him.

“A kiss at least? Please?”

You gasped as he tugged you to an alleyway- pushing you up against the brick, caging you between his arms.

“Say it again.”

“Please? Kiss me Jay?” He growled, hands slipping down to hold your jaw- keeping your eyes on his.

“God you sound so fuckin pretty when you beg. Even prettier when you say my name like that.” he murmured before his lips crashed down on yours, hungry and eager.

It was not soft and sweet, it was teeth and tongue, want and need. It was everything you wanted. His lips swallowed your moan, echoing his own- before you gasped for breath.

“Again.” you begged, not caring how greedy and selfish you felt in this moment. You felt even less so when his hands slid through your hair, before bringing his lips down to meet yours again.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

hey everyone, im clearing out my docs with some old works before i reply/ complete requests. thanks for being so patient!

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

ONE THING- J. TODD

pairing: richboy! jason todd x fem! reader

this takes place in richboy! dick grayson universe- from jason todd (dicks roommate) and his love interest :)

word count: 1.5k

summary: you've had your eye on jason todd for quite some time now, and according to his roommate/wingman dick grasyon, he's had his eye on you for even longer.

warnings: sexual thoughts/ implications, kissing/ slight make-out session, pet names, swearing, teasing/lots of flirting, dancing

"break your bed and then the sofa/ i wanna pull you closer- everybody wants to know ya, but me, i only want one thing/ i don't even want your number, don't care if you've got another/ cause tonight i'm your only lover/ and i'ma give you that one thing"- one thing, lola young

“You’re making him nervous, you know.” a low voice murmured beside you- making you jump.

He had startled you, the music was loud and thudding against the club walls- rattling your skull.

You frowned. Clearly confused.

You turned your body to face the man who had leaned down to whisper in your ear, stretching up to tower over you again as he smiled. Taking him in.

You recognized him- the startling piercing gaze of his green eyes smiling playfully at you. Dick Grayson. The rich, brooding gentleman on the Upper West side who had managed to slip New York under his thumb.

He was picky with women, more focused on work and his reputation.

But you had never wanted him. No, you had wanted his roommate- Jason Todd.

The very same Jason Todd who held your surprised gaze from across the room. You spotted the pretty girl Dick had brought with him tonight- the girl you had seen with him an awful lot lately.

You instantly recognized her as the beautiful girl in the bathroom who had complimented you and offered to help fix your makeup when you felt the drinks were too strong.

Sometimes when you saw Jason outside of classes and around campus you saw the pair of them. Turning your attention back to Jason, you frowned as he suddenly vanished in the crowd, mixing in with the deep magenta and blue lights that danced across the room.

As if he were never there at all.

“He didn't look so to me. Stoic, as always.” you shrugged, emitting a deep chuckle from Dick.

“Trust me, he’s obsessed with you. But stare too long and he’ll get flustered.”

The idea of the big and scary Jason Todd getting "flustered" couldn't help but make you snort, rolling your eyes.

A blush on Jason Todd's cheeks? Unlikely.

You had yet to see it, whenever you engaged in small talk before your shared class started, or when you saw him around campus.

You wished you had all your classes together so you could stare at him until his image was permanently etched onto your retinas. Tuesdays and Fridays were the days that made waking up early to properly do your hair and makeup, while picking out a cute outfit- worth it.

You now wanted to see this hint of pink so you could find a dress to match the shade.

Before you could say another word to his friend, he was gone- back off in the shadows to admire his own girl. You let yourself be carried out onto the dancefloor, blending in with the crowd as they swept you in the wave of bodies that swayed.

You closed your eyes, letting your hips move to the music, tilting your head back, sweat trickling down your neck to brush your exposed collerbones. A gentle gasp left your lips as the feeling of two hands whispered their caress against your hips- the familiar smell of cedarwood clouding your senses.

It was him.

“It seems I was exposed afterall.” Jason murmured into your ear, so close the warmth of his breath made goosebumps rise along your arms- the sound of your thundering heart pounding so loud in your ears you wondered how you managed to hear him at all.

You turned, letting his hands drop from where they had rested. Stared up at him, something like admiration in your eyes. The look was so pure it made him sick. He didn't deserve the worship you showcased towards him.

“Do I make you anxious, Todd?”

He grinned. “Anxious? No. Nervous?”

He trailed off, hands finding your hips again as he spun you back around, bending down to whisper seductively in your ear. “A little.”

“You should be.”

You bit your lip, letting his hands resume their wandering, steadying you against the crowd, as others threatened to brush past you. His large body grounded you- shielding you from any wandering eyes and stumbling heels.

He felt possessive. He felt like yours.

“You’re adorable, little fawn.”

“That's a new one. You've never called me that before.” you cocked your head, eyebrow raised as you craned your head to peer back at him.

He shrugged. “I wanted to save it for when we were alone.”

His voice lowered. “I want to save many things for when we’re alone, if you’d let me.” he murmured, making your toes curl in your heels.

You tried so hard to brush the suggestive words off your shoulders- but they clung to you, embedding themselves in your brain. Your pulse raised.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

“Is that how you see me? As a fawn?” You asked, not caring how many questions spilled from your tongue. You were tired of holding them back.

He spun you around, guiding your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his found your hips again. Squeezing them, eyes asking his own question.

Is this okay?

You nodded, and you could physically see him relax, knowing you had allowed him in fully. You thought you made it obvious you wanted him- but if reassurance was what he needed- you'd give it to him happily.

“Your eyes. They remind me of a newborn fawns. But I think you are a million things, fawn. A firecracker, perhaps.”

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You tended to be quiet, and kept to yourself- but sometimes you let yourself go and said things you properly weren't supposed to. You were immune to lying. And immune to letting people walk all over you.

“Do you think you can handle it?” you challenged, sparks illuminating in your eyes as you danced with him, letting yourself be bold- and perhaps a bit greedy.

Handsy. He encouraged it.

“Oh sweetheart, I encourage it. You keep a man on his toes. Make em nervous.”

“Is that why I make you nervous?” you asked. He shook his head, and you watched the loose strands of his messy hair fall and brush past his eyebrow.

“You make me nervous because of how you make me feel. I don't want to brood as much when you’re around.”

“And that scares you?”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, and you caught Dicks eye from across the dance floor. Smiling widely, like a little kid. Something you only saw when he was with his pretty girl. But it seemed watching the two of you- knowing he was right, was enough to produce the same effect.

“It terrifies me.”

You smiled, all teeth. “Good. I’m determined to see a blush on your cheeks sometime soon, Todd.”

He laughed, sweeping you up, twirling you around before guiding your hips as you moved on your own accord. You savoured the warmth of his touch, guiding you to bliss as you giggled, feeling giddy with the closed proximity.

You didn't know how long you danced with him, all sense of time was lost as you stared into his eyes, thick with lust and want. It made your breath hitch. You had to physically remind yourself to breathe, in and out.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Are you planning to take me away from all this sometime soon?” you asked, fluttering your lashes as you peered up at him. He grinned.

“Happily. But I’d be no gentleman if I didn't take you out for dinner before I acted on my urges, sweetheart.”

You swallowed, tongue feeling heavy as he slipped hislarger hand in yours, swallowing your fingers up with a gentle squeeze- the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea as he guided you to the exit. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed you wouldn't get to see just how much you could get him to blush tonight- but that was overweighed by the knowledge he wanted to see you again.

He wanted to take you out. He wanted to do this the right way. You were more than just a hookup to him- and the excitement that brought crashed down like a wave that threatened to drag you back into the undertow.

When the cool night air caressed your skin, and the base had become muffled, you asked him.

“A kiss at least? Please?”

You gasped as he tugged you to an alleyway- pushing you up against the brick, caging you between his arms.

“Say it again.”

“Please? Kiss me Jay?” He growled, hands slipping down to hold your jaw- keeping your eyes on his.

“God you sound so fuckin pretty when you beg. Even prettier when you say my name like that.” he murmured before his lips crashed down on yours, hungry and eager.

It was not soft and sweet, it was teeth and tongue, want and need. It was everything you wanted. His lips swallowed your moan, echoing his own- before you gasped for breath.

“Again.” you begged, not caring how greedy and selfish you felt in this moment. You felt even less so when his hands slid through your hair, before bringing his lips down to meet yours again.

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old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time 

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mothercain. "shot by angel diaz" tumblr, 30 dec 2022.

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@/mothercain. "all versions of the golden age artwork + the original hand-drawn text i scanned into my phone and used as the font" tumblr, 8 dec 2022.

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Reed Richards fic in the works immediately as I stepped outside of the theater

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You sound like my dad.

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CAKE BOSS- D. GRAYSON

pairing: roommate! dick x fem! reader

word count: 650

summary: when you create a fake business profile on instagram to stalk your ex, but then need some help from dick when you actually recieve orders...

warnings: none, just swearing- all fluff, petnames

authors note: hey people, its been a while! just taking some time off, but heres this little blurb inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago. love u all xx

“Dick, I need your help.”

You practically slid into his room, socks acting frictionless on the hardwood of the loft.

They were bold words to start off a sentence with. But you had said them, nonetheless.

They had caused him to perk an eyebrow, revealing one ear from under his headphones. You didn't bother waiting for a response before you trampled over to his bed, past the dirty clothes scattered on the floor, and the pages and textbooks on his bed.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that bird? You? Need… my help? Mine? The honourable Dick Grayson's assistance-"

You smacked him on the arm before he could finish that sentence.

He teased you for being so independent, although it was an admirable trait. He admired it. But sometimes, when you were drowning- you simply sank to the bottom instead of extending an arm for help to come.

But you needed him for this. It was a good plan.

“I’m trying to snoop on people.”

He leaned forward, a glint in his eye. Removed the headphones fully, placing them around his neck.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay. So you remember Tommy yeah?”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of your scumbag ex. “Sadly, yes. Are we killing him?”

“I wish. Too much work. But I heard from a birdie that he got a new girl. And I need to see what he’s posted. It’s killing me.”

You had blocked him as soon as things had ended, and Dick had him blocked even before that. He had never liked him. You wished you took that as a warning sign about Tommy's character sooner.

“Either way, you’re a million times prettier than her.”

“You haven't even seen her-”

“Don't need to. You’re the most beautiful person on the planet. It is a known fact.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his complement, eyes glancing away to stare at the posters on his wall- suddenly seeming more interesting.

“Anyways, I obviously can't see anything because I’ve blocked him.”

“As have I.” he reminded you, a brush of his fingers on your thigh sending little bolts of lighting to your nerves, causing your eyes to meet him again.

Something like excitement and mischief was all over your face. He smiled. “Birdie, what's going on in that pretty lil head of yours?”

“Cake.”

He was taken aback, confused beyond belief.

“We make a secret account, one that looks legit like I don't know, a baker? And then use it to snoop around on what Tommys doing.”

He almost burst out laughing directly in your face. “A legit baker account?”

“I don't know! You think of something better.”

The baker account it was. 

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“I cannot believe this is fucking happening right now.” Dick exclaimed, and you couldn't help but laugh as batter splattered on your apron.

The baker account had been a green light. With the help of your friend Mari- who just so happened to bake the odd pretty cake here and there, you had managed to make your account seem somewhat legit as a business.

However, you were not expecting it to appear so real that actual orders started rolling in, requests for special cakes and certain treats.

It had landed you two in the kitchen at midnight, scrambling to learn and make five cakes that had been inquired. The whole thing was so ridiculous and downright hilarious you couldn't help but laugh, watching as Dick cracked eggs on the counter and picked broken shell from the mixed ingredients.

You two had no idea what the hell you were doing, or how searching for an ex led to a part time business the two of you were taking “seriously”.

But with Dick, the hassle was worth it. And he had even agreed to your idiotic plan.

“If I get batter on myself one for fuckin time I’m upcharging them.” he grumbled, as you simply watched vanilla batter splash his cheek.

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he has a certain energy in this pic

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Sam before they removed his bangs>>

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nettles♡

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